Half Recovery

"Then what happened? Is she going to die?"

Panic-stricken, Bob walked towards the still laying May's side. As he approached, he noticed that her cheeks now had volume to them so at the very least he's confident she wouldn't die anytime soon.

"Well, at least her body is fine, I already took care of that," Theodore stated while holding his chin with his left hand. His words implied that there were complications somewhere else.

"However-. The same can't be said to her psyche."

"Her sci-key?" A fancy word? Bob doesn't know that.

"Uhh, yes. Her psyche, or her brain. I've cleared out some dangerous things that were running in her body, but I can't do much with her head."

"O-. Oh, thank you! Seriously, I owe you my life… Well, her life."